Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Peppy Pills ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

PEPPY PILLS

 

(A/N: Nothing much to say, except that I am going to hell. And this story is the reason ::cries:: Heero, I'm so sorry!!

 

And just a note: I changed one line in the last chapter; instead of Trowa having the bottle of Peppy Pills, Duo has them.)

 

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Wufei sat at a table on the patio of Starbucks, calmly sipping a plain black coffee. He sneered at the people in line, ordering their double frosted cinnamon frappacinos with sprinkles or mocha cherry berry lattes with no foam—he drank his coffee and tea straight, as God intended it!

 

His musings were interrupted, however, when Heero sat down beside him. Wufei should have known something was amiss the moment he saw the perfect soldier smiling.

 

“Yuy,” Wufei said, as a form of greeting.

 

“Hiya, Wuffles.”

 

Wufei spat out a mouthful, glaring at Heero. Had he just. . .yes, he had. But. . .it was so out of character, so immature and tasteless, so utterly. . .Duo.

 

Something was wrong.

 

“Heeeeeeeeee-roooooooooo!!!”

 

“Oh, good God.” Wufei smacked his forehead, distracted for the moment. “Does that woman ever give up?” Then he noticed that Heero hadn't gotten the telltale twitch he usually developed when Relena came around, nor did he immediately leap behind the nearest bystander and bring out his gun.

 

Something was definitely wrong.

 

Relena stopped running once she was a few feet from the table. Heero hadn't done anything other than stand up. She cocked her head to one side. “Why haven't you started running away? You always do that.”

 

“Relena. . .” Heero turned, taking her by the shoulders.

 

“Heero, what're you—” Wufei stopped as the perfect soldier leaned forward. Oh my God, he isn't—

 

Oh, yes he was.

 

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Trowa, Quatre and Duo bolted down the street. Their destination: Starbucks. Their mission: rescue Heero before he did anything worse than kissing Duo.

 

“What could be worse than kissing Duo?” Quatre asked.

 

“Hey!”

 

“Sorry, that came out wrong.” Quatre coughed and said in a slightly different tone, “What could be worse than kissing Duo?”

 

“Heero's kissing Relena.”

 

“WHAT?!” Duo and Quatre crashed into Trowa, who had frozen in his tracks. Before them lay Starbucks, their focus on the patio.

 

Sure enough, Heero was there, Relena was there, and they were going at it. Wufei had keeled over at his table, the sheer shock of the situation causing him to faint.

 

Suddenly there was a collective screech of, “NOOOO!!!” The three pilots turned to see a group of fangirls (whether these were the same fangirls as before, we cannot disclose as we are far too afraid to get too close). The fangirls were leaning on each other, or had collapsed on the ground, sobbing.

 

“What the—” Quatre started.

 

“Apparently they liked it better when Heero was kissing Duo,” Trowa said, eyes averted to both horrors.

 

“Some of them,” Duo said, pointing to another group who had situated themselves in the bushes that lined the patio. They were `oohing' and clicking pictures and getting very dirty looks from the first group of fangirls.

 

Trowa turned around. “I'll admit that a hyper Heero is very disturbing, but I cannot handle fangirls. Later.” He began to walk back to the house.

 

“Oh m'God, it's Trowa!!” Both groups turned to him and started squealing.

 

Trowa began to run. The fangirls followed him.

 

Poor, poor man.

 

“What are we, chopped liver?” Duo seethed. As if on cue, yet another group of fangirls came out of Starbucks at that moment. (I swear, they have factions that coordinate to show up in these things. . .)

 

“It's Duo!!” and with that they commenced with the glomping.

 

“Oh my God, I love your hair!”

 

“Will you go out with me?”

 

“Marry me, Duo Maxwell, marry me!!”

 

Quatre sweatdropped and hurried to the patio. Heero had gone off somewhere, Wufei was still unconscious and Relena was swaying slightly, with a hazy look on her face.

 

“Miss Relena?”

 

Relena slowly turned to him, and Quatre took a step back at the quiet euphoria that was plain on her face.

 

“Oh, hello Quatre,” she said, her voice lilting and dreamy. “I. . .just had the most wonderful thing happen to me. . .”

 

“Er. . .are you alright?” Quatre asked as Relena turned and started to walk away.

 

“I'm fine,” she called over her shoulder. “Absolutely. . .perfect. . .”

 

Maybe I should go after her, Quatre thought. In that state, she's likely to get run over by a truck.

 

“Hey, dude.” Duo put his hand on Quatre's shoulder, leaning on him and panting.

 

“Er. . .Duo, where's your shirt?” Quatre asked, stepping away from the American rather quickly.

 

“It was the only thing I could think of to get rid of the fangirls.” Duo jerked his thumb at the small crowd of said female-fanatics, all of whom were captivated by the awesome half-nakedness. “They're really scary.”

 

Quatre cocked an eyebrow at him. “No kidding.”

 

“Anyways, where's Heero?”

 

“Dunno. He ran off after he kissed Re—”

 

Duo slapped his hands over Quatre's mouth. “Silence, you fool! It didn't happen!”

 

“Yes it—”

 

“No, it did not!”

 

Wufei groaned and sat up. “I just had the worst nightmare ever.”

 

Duo kneeled down. “Nice of you to join us, Sleeping Beauty. We need your help in subduing Heero once we find him again.”

 

Wufei glared at him. “What's wrong with him?”

 

“He accidentally took some of Duo's medication, called `Peppy Pills',” Quatre said.

 

“`Peppy Pills'?” Wufei repeated.

 

“Yes—these!” Duo said, thrusting the bottle into Wufei's face.

 

Wufei read the label and glared. “That is so typical of you. And you let Heero have these?”

 

“It wasn't intentional!”

 

“That doesn't really matter at this point,” Quatre interjected. “We need to get Heero back home—he's already kissed Duo and Relena—”

 

“IT NEVER HAPPENED!!” Duo screamed.

 

Wufei paled. “That. . .wasn't a dream?”

 

Suddenly there were screams from inside Starbucks.

 

“Oh my God, he has a gun!” one patron yelled, running out onto the sidewalk.

 

The three Gundam pilots stared at each other. Shit.

 

Wufei grabbed his katana from where it was leaning on his chair. “Let's go.”

 

Duo grabbed the edge of the table, pulling himself up. “Are you allowed to walk around with that thing?”

 

The three of them ran around Starbucks, hoping to sneak in the back door and avoid the general panic as people spilled out the front entrance.

 

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They didn't notice Zechs walk onto the patio. He had seen the three pilots, but hadn't bothered to call out to them. If anything, he was trying to keep a low profile. He had been running from fangirls all day.

 

Stupid fanatics, he thought. Always wanting to take my gun or cut my hair and distribute it on Ebay. He shuddered.

 

And he had such a headache. He glanced down at the table Duo, Quatre and Wufei had been standing at. There was a small bottle with a yellow label on it.

 

What luck, Zechs thought, opening the bottle and popping a couple pills in his mouth. Aspirin.

 

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So, what happens next? I have no idea. This was supposed to be a one-shot, but has, for some inexplicable reason, spun totally out of my control. Dammit.

 

I figure that if I get enough threatening reviews, I'll write sequel chapters. That'd help answer a lot of questions, like:

 

What will happen to Zechs when he's hyper? Where the hell is Noin and why didn't she teach him not to take strange pills? Did Trowa survive the fangirls? And, is Hilde going to kill Duo for skipping out on their shopping date?

 

Disclaimer: For God's sake, I don't own `em!! (and I am going to hell T.T)